Although this figure could not arrive in an instant, his voice immediately restored the thieves' desire to fight.

Yes, although this young man is like a god, he is just a tenth-grade warrior after all. He can kill Shen Tu Hong, but he will definitely die at the hands of himself and others.

The position of the village leader represents not only power, but also countless benefits.

"Kill and kill!"

Amid the crazy screams, dozens of thieves rushed towards Zheng Ming again.

At this time, Zheng Ming felt his blood burning!

With the spear swing, Shen Tu Hong's body was smashed by Zheng Ming towards four or five thieves rushing towards. At the same time, Panlong's spear technique, Jinlong nodded randomly and attacked the four thieves rushing towards.

Panlong spear technique, a total of thirty-six styles!

The moment Zheng Ming activated Zhao Yun's card, these thirty-sixty dragon spear techniques were like branding, deeply imprinted in Zheng Ming's heart.

The Dacheng-level marksmanship was as fast as lightning in the eyes of several thieves. The two thieves flashed quickly, and the rapidly shaking tip of the gun only left a deep hole in their chests.

The other two thieves were not so lucky. Although they waved their weapons to resist, they could not tell the difference between the two who were the real gun tips, and they were directly pierced through the neck by the sharp tip of the gun.

Especially the last thin thief was directly provoked by Zheng Ming with a spear and waved his hand to throw it away.

It was like a storm, and Zheng Ming attacked thirty-six moves in the blink of an eye. More than a dozen thieves surrounding him fell to him.

The horse was moving forward, Zheng Ming's gun was waving, and corpses kept falling to the ground.

Zheng Ming, who was riding forward on horseback, was no longer a piece of fat, but a god of death in the eyes of those thieves who were originally planning to take advantage of it.

For a moment, the thieves were in chaos, some escaped, and some blocked them, and they were in chaos.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Zheng Ming's horse was urging faster and he rushed into the thief's defense circle a hundred feet in a blink of an eye.

The Zheng family, who were standing on the hillside, said a few words at the beginning, but when Zheng Ming rushed to the middle of the camp, they all shut their mouths.

Because at this moment they all understood one thing, that is, no matter what they said, they were pale and powerless.

"That's the hero!"

The second elder finally gave these four words, which can be said to be very important every word, but in everyone's eyes, Zheng Ming deserves these four words.

"Boy, go to death!" A figure among the thieves rushed towards Zheng Ming like a bat.

In this man's hand was a three-foot-long slender knife. The moment he sniffed at Zheng Ming, he slashed seventeen swords at Zheng Ming in a row.

Seventeen swords are a piece of sword light.

The thieves who were originally surrounded by Zheng Ming retreated at this moment, and their eyes were filled with respect.

"It was the Sixth Head's Death Seventeen Swordsman, and it was the Sixth Head's Death who took action!"

"The Sixth Headmaster's Deadly Knife, this kid is dead!"

"No matter how powerful he is, he can't stop the decisive sword of our Sixth Head. Haha, this time, Sixth Head will at least cut him into thirteenth sections!"

The Seventeenth Death Sword is one of the two ultimate tricks of the sixth leader of Hanyun Village, the Wind Chasing Bat, and the eighth-grade lower-level martial arts. Since the debut of the Wind Chasing Bat, many people have died under the Seventeenth Death Sword.

The Seventeen Swords of Death are not only fast, but more importantly, his continuous swords, one sword after another, and even a ninth-grade warrior can't stop it sometimes.

What's more, Zheng Ming is just a tenth-grade warrior.

The internal strength of a tenth-grade warrior is too different from that of a ninth-grade warrior. The inherent gap makes it even more difficult for him to take over the Seventeenth Death-breaking Sword.

On the peaks on both sides of the valley, the people of the Zheng family looked solemn. At this moment, the Great Elder had already set out in the air.

Because he felt that although this time was not the best time, this was the last chance Zheng Ming created for him.

With the seventeen death-breaking swords, Zheng Ming will definitely die. He can only rely on this moment to rush out.

The second elder's palm hit a stone heavily, and the stone broke into pieces, and the second elder's palm also cracked blood.

"Such a hero, if he has not grown up, he will be buried here. We are sorry for the ancestors of the Zheng family!"

Sorry for the ancestors, this sentence is very serious. Zheng Zhongwang, as the head of the family, turned pale, but he could not refute it at all.

In fact, he himself knew clearly that if Zheng Ming died here, as the head of the family, he would definitely be sorry for his ancestors.

After all, if nothing unexpected happens, such a hero will definitely become the Zheng family's Qingtian Yuzhu and lead the Zheng family toward new glory.

But now, he is going to be buried here!

The people from the Zheng family were looking at Zheng Ming, the people from Hanyun Village were also looking at Zheng Ming!

Luo Yuanhao, the leader of the Hanyun Village, was rushing to the way to Zheng Ming. He stopped watching the seventeen swords that gathered into a cloud of swords.

"The relationship between Lao Liu and Lao Wu is the best. If Lao Liu had not been humble at that time, with the seventeen swords, Lao Wu would not have been able to sit in the fifth place in the parody!" The white-clothed scholar standing next to Luo Yuanhao said to Luo Yuanhao in a deep voice.

Luo Yuanhao nodded and said, "Lao Liu and Lao Wu are living a life-long friendship before they join our Hanyun Village."

"This time, his seventeen death-breaking swords will definitely be able to cut Zheng Ming into eighteen sections. What a pity, this young man is also a hero!"

The scribe in white smiled and said, "No matter how hero is, as long as he dies, he will only die."

"Master of the Great Village, the Zheng family sent this kid to the camp. I think they were fighting for the idea of ​​striking the east and attacking the west. We must not let anyone named Zheng escape. That would be quite unfavorable to us."

Luo Yuanhao was about to speak, but his mouth suddenly opened wide. Looking at the wind-chasing bat that was retreating rapidly, he could hardly believe his eyes.

The wind-chasing bat was retreating, and the spear in the young man's hand was like a poisonous dragon at this time, separated the wind-chasing bat's long sword and stung strangely into the wind-chasing bat's ribs.

Three feet, two feet, one foot...

The space for the Wind Chasing Bat to dodge is getting smaller and smaller, and even at the end, the spear has approached the body of the Wind Chasing Bat.

The Wind Chasing Bat is worthy of being the Wind Chasing Bat. Just as the spear was about to stab him in his body, he rotated in the void and almost let the spear tip come over. But just as his wonderful world-class methods just took effect, the spear in Zheng Ming's hand suddenly crossed.

He turned into a stick and hit the wind-chasing bat heavily.

This stick smashed the Wind-Chasing Bat directly. Although it could not hurt his life, it made the Wind-Chasing Bat fall directly to the ground like a rag bag.

From the Seventeenth Knife of Chasing Wind to the Storm Bat being injured, it was just a blink of an eye. For a moment, the huge faraway Tuo Mountain was silent.

"Okay!" The voices of the Zheng family's children in the valley were like thunder at this moment!

Almost no one can see clearly what happened just now. Many people don’t know why the Seventeen Blades of the Wind Chasing Bat did not work.

The seventeen swords that were obviously the ultimate kill, and the cloud of swords that were obviously difficult to dodge were not only taken by Zheng Ming, but also Zheng Ming took advantage of the situation and put the Wind-Chasing Bat in a trap.

The thieves who were watching around were unable to calm down at this time. They were very close to the two of them, so they became the few people who knew the situation.

The Seventeenth Knife Chasing Life, the Seventeenth Knife Chasing Life was blocked as quickly as a knife. The spear in the young man seemed to possess a kind of magic power, and almost blocked the sword momentum at the moment every knife was cut out.

That kind of precision is the only one they have seen in their lives. They feel that even the big village leader they admire most in their lives cannot do this.

But the boy did it, and the boy almost accomplished what they thought was almost impossible to accomplish.

Moreover, the young man not only blocked seventeen guns, but also attacked seven guns while his six camp masters used up their old power and the new power had not yet emerged.

In other words, the boy used twenty-four shots in one breath. These twenty-four shots not only saved the boy's life, but also almost lost his six village leaders.

However, even if the person who hated Zheng Ming in his heart did not complain about Zheng Ming's victory at this time, they could clearly see that Zheng Ming won it entirely by his own strength.

"Run out!" Zheng Ming waved his gun and jumped into the horse, and rushed straight ahead.

In the blink of an eye, the camp composed of thousands of people had been more than half swept by Zheng Ming. Some of the thieves in front of him were involuntarily avoided the moment they saw Zheng Ming.

The wind-chasing bat climbed up from the ground. Although his body was seriously injured at this time, the hatred in his eyes became a little more.

"Don't let that kid run away. He is just a tenth-grade warrior. If you kill him, the leader of the village will be rewarded."

Amid the shouts of the wind-chasing bats, people who were not afraid of death began to rush towards Zheng Ming. Many bandits rushed towards Zheng Ming from all directions.

"Kill him and avenge the five camp leaders!"

"He doesn't have three heads and six arms, he is already at the end of his strength!"

"Whoever kills him will be the leader of the Five Villages!"

With the crazy roar, Zheng Ming had already run away hundreds of feet. The spear in his hand trembled, constantly killing thieves one by one.

The blood and a lot of blood stains were splattering on Zheng Ming's body, but under the spear, no one could block Zheng Ming's path.

Zheng Ming's body was not unharmed. In Zheng Ming's feeling, at least two weapons cut down his body.

But after these two weapons were cut down, they were blocked by the immortal body of the golden jade on his body. Those weapons did not hurt him at all.

"Brothers, work harder, we are about to rush out now!" Zheng Ming shouted loudly at the only dozen thieves in front of him.

With his shouts, the thieves quickly dodged. Several thieves could not dodge and died directly under Zheng Ming's spear.

For most thieves, Zheng Ming's spear is like a chain of life-chasing, making them unable to dodge.

The spear jumped out of the horse and rushed out a hundred feet in an instant.

The shouts of killing were heard, and everything was left behind by Zheng Ming at this moment. In his ears, there was the whistling of the wind and the trembling of the earth.

The Zheng family members on the valley, as soon as they saw this situation, cheered deafeningly.

They do not want their heroes to die, and their heroes not only fail to die in this mortal situation, but also rushed out.

He really rushed out! He rushed out of the siege and was alive!
Chapter completed!